Chapter 358: Three Questions

"Uh... is that okay?" Klein suddenly paused.

"Of course it is. You may ask me three questions, and I will answer them truthfully." Chumen nodded gently and gestured for Klein to sit on the high-backed chair opposite him.

Klein sat on the chair with his brows tightly locked; he had to seize this hard-won opportunity well, as there were too many mysteries surrounding him.

"The first question: why did you lead me onto the 'Fantasy' Pathway?" Klein asked after a long silence.

This was asking about the past.

Being able to walk the "Fantasy" Pathway was undoubtedly where he had an advantage over others, and even over other transmigrators.

"This is the will of the 'Supreme Dream'," Chumen said. That was what he said, no problem there!

This means the "Supreme Dream" might have discovered my existence when I transmigrated... Klein pursed his lips.

"..." This time, Klein was silent for even longer.

"I want to know if I can escape the shackles of my final Fate." Klein finally gritted his teeth and asked this question, risking exposure.

This was asking about the future.

"That's fine, then." Klein suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The judgment of the "Supreme Dream" was likely the most accurate; if even He couldn't do it, there was basically no hope at all.

As for stopping Klein from ascending to "Sefirah Castle" from the very beginning, like how Chumen stopped other transmigrators, that was even less possible.

"Then what should I do most right now?"

The problem with this answer was that it completely shattered a sliver of Klein's Fantasy, leaving no room for retreat, though this didn't seem like a bad thing either.

"... The 'Supreme Dream' says, no." Chumen frowned and said again.

Klein's body stiffened, his expression collapsed instantly, and it took him a long time to adjust his state.

But likewise, anyone who obtained "Sefirah Castle" had to face a "Lord of the Mysteries" gradually awakening within their body.

That was the Rule set by the "Lord of the Mysteries".

This was the "Lord of the Mysteries" who made the God of Knowledge and Wisdom fear, the Outer Gods shudder, and "God" and the "Mother Goddess" wary...

Of course, one could choose other transmigrators, but if one chose a prankster and let "Mysteries" possess them directly, then no one would be able to play.

This was asking about the present.

And if the image of Chumen in Klein's heart hadn't been firm enough, Klein wouldn't have been able to ask this question.

As long as Klein ascended to "Sefirah Castle" after transmigrating, the connection between him and "Sefirah Castle" would be unshakable.

At the very least, He could not Tamper with the connection between "Sefirah Castle" and Klein.

The strange phenomena encountered when advancing to "Puppet Master" had always kept Klein from relaxing.

The kind that even Bethel and Amon would risk everything, and Chumen would personally step in, to steal!

This was also one of the arrangements of the "Lord of the Mysteries" at the end of the Fourth Epoch; it had to be several competitors in a reasonable struggle for the "Sefirah Castle" to be taken from Klein's hands.

What is "reasonable"? It is the control of "Sefirah Castle," which is to let the "Lord of the Mysteries" awaken; whoever has more of the "Lord of the Mysteries'" will awakened within them can gain the advantage in the struggle for "Sefirah Castle."

Klein was the best choice, the one with the fewest variables.

Chumen shook his head helplessly; he was still far from being truly Omniscient and Omnipotent.

Did he still want the "Source Quality" of the Western Continent? If Chumen did this, the gods, and even Amanises and Lilith, would have objections.

The Zaratul Family, the Abraham Family, and the Antigonus Family—these families were all searching for him, and his current situation was very dangerous.

"Are you still carrying that 'Fantasy' card?" Chumen asked suddenly. "I remember that before you left, I reminded you to pay more attention to things related to 'Fantasy'."

"Uh..." Klein felt ashamed. Bishop Chumen had indeed reminded him, but he seemed not to have understood his intention at the time.

He had always thrown that "Fantasy" card into the pile of miscellaneous items on the Grey Fog...

"Carry that 'Fantasy' card with you. It is the blessing of 'Fantasy.' With it, you can avoid most prying eyes on your Fate."

"Yes!" Klein stood up with a solemn expression and bowed slightly to Chumen to show his gratitude.

"Alright, all three questions have been asked. You should go home." Chumen pointed toward the direction of a window in the study.

With the help of the money Klein sent back, Benson and Melissa had moved to Backlund and bought a small manor next to Chumen Manor.

Klein was now Chumen's neighbor.

"When I have time, I will come to visit you again, Bishop." Klein suddenly felt that his longing for his family had pierced through the Grey Fog and projected into Reality.

He bid farewell to Chumen, reached out to wipe his face, changed back to his original appearance, and returned to Moretti Manor. Just as he arrived at the door, he saw Melissa busy pruning the shrubs in the garden.

"Melissa, why don't you hire a few more maids?" Klein tilted his head, thinking of Melissa's frugality, but now that they were living in a big villa, this frugality could well be used elsewhere.

"That costs too much money, and it's not like I can't do it." Melissa subconsciously retorted upon hearing this, then suddenly realized something, looked up, and saw Klein.

"Melissa, I'm back." Klein smiled.

"Welcome home." Melissa pursed her lips tightly, then revealed a brilliant smile.

"Klein?!" Benson also walked out of the manor at this moment and saw Klein, pleasantly surprised.

Chumen withdrew his gaze and tapped his fingers on the desk.

After the "God of Evernight" reorganized the Rose School of Thought, Chumen had returned to this manor. Oh, and there was also a grandniece.

"So he was the one Uncle chose!" Bernadette walked in from outside the study and sat directly opposite Chumen.

"If he had just asked you who you were, how would you have answered, Uncle?" Bernadette asked curiously.

"What else could I do?" Chumen shook his head gently. "Tell him everything."

He had never thought he could hide it forever; after all, it would be discovered sooner or later, so doing it a little earlier was nothing.

"Just like you and Dad back then?"

"I never lied to your dad."

"Hmph, who knows? Unless you teach me Chinese and let me read his diary."

"No!" Chumen rolled his eyes. Bernadette's mindset had not changed since she was a child; she had always been using various excuses to try to learn those strange square characters from him or Roselle.

She even knew the term "Chinese."

"My dear niece, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but if I did, your father would likely fight me to the death..."

"I heard that Father has been providing help to some people lately?" Bernadette said suddenly.

"Don't waste your effort; it is impossible for you to obtain the corresponding knowledge from those people."

Such a large group of transmigrators appearing in this world so suddenly was bound to cause some stir, and then, quite reasonably, someone discovered their unusual nature.

It was just that Roselle had been covering for them all along, so no major incidents had occurred yet.